Heaven for the Weather lyrics

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Artist/Band:

Streets

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Everything Is Borrowed

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

Theres something in the sun this day, I feel it
Or maybe its just my hay fever
The weeds are green, the sky is shining
But itll soon be night which is nicer
But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room
And the devil gestures to you
Youve never seen such a Beelzebu
And hes telling you to make up your bean about whats left of your evening
About whether to flake out or f*cking stay out
What do you make of this doubt?
The devil wants to know if youre going down or up
Easy - I know what my speech should be

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

The devil beams a big beaming grin
The sort which leads you up the streets of sin
He holds up paperwork - sign the line
Lets clash with madmen, grime is fine
It sounds all hectic, youre having cold feet
Things are getting out of hand, you make an embarrassing retreat
Lets ride the Valkyrie, commit a bit of sin
Turn rock to rubble, punch me in the chin
I simply, Lucifer, refuse to wind up on fire with low-life liars
Then youre destined for the world without chores and sweating -
The eternal hell of boredom in heaven

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me

You tell the devil in no uncertain terms
Youll never be evil, youll never be turned
What is this evil? And who decides this?
When left to devices some humans try shit
This is the reason we should all be tied up?
Were just normal people exploring our minds
We dont go around here putting poison in wine
But we enjoy what we like which is not always right
People are intricate, people arent swines
Lets screw the rules up and rely on our minds
Sign on the line
You sign on the line
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyanide

I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell for the company
I want to go to heaven for the weather
But hell seems like fun to me